Amy Kuney Sore Loser
All your bases have been filled
With pretty players from the field
Compared to them you make me feel
Like an amateur
I didn't know love could be played
Like a holy rollin' ball game
You keep pushin' me away
When I used to be on first
You're a headache
And a heartache
And a half
I don't know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I'm a sore loser
Yeah, a sore loser
I'm a sore loser at bat
I do believe you rig the game
Just to make the hall of fame
You bend the rules to fit your play
You won't admit you hit a foul
You overlook your own shortcomings
A loser when it comes to loving
A winner when it comes to running
That's why you're always striking out
You're a headache
And a heartache
And a half
I don't know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I'm a sore loser, yeah
A sore loser
I'm a sore loser at bat
Ohh, I'm done playing the minor leagues
I'm gonna blow this ballpark
Cause these cleats were made for walking
So I ain't returning, I'm burning my uniform
You're a headache
And a heartache
And a half
I don't know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I'm a sore loser
Yeah, a sore loser
I'm a sore loser
Yeah I'm a sore loser
I'm a sore loser at bat
Ohh yeah
